One month later.
Twilight looked into her telescope. Atik was shining brilliantly tonight. She quickly jotted down some notes on its position and luminosity.
The clip-clop of hooves rang out from behind her. “Hello?” she asked curiously.
“Hey Twilight,” Shadowlock’s warm voice responded. A tingle ran down her spine, as it had done every night for the past eighteen days. “Just wanted to see what you were doing.”
“Stargazing,” she answered him, turning from her telescope. She looked at him. He was as attractive as ever, and she felt a smile creep onto her face.
“That sounds lovely,” Shadowlock said. “Mind if I take a look?”
“Go ahead. I’ve got it trained on a bright one.”
He strolled over to the telescope, and pressed his eye to the eyepiece. After a moment, he said, “It’s beautiful, but less than I’d expected.”
“Why’s that?”
He looked back up at her. With a slightly coy smirk, he replied, “I guess my eyes are spoiled from looking at you.”
She giggled, and said, “While I could stay out here all night, it is getting pretty cold. Want to read a book together?”
“I’d love that.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. The warmth lingered even as he turned to head back inside.
She followed him, a strange brew of supreme calmness and fiery passion brewing in her chest.
He led her to the library, and gestured for her to pick out a book. She scanned the wall. So many lovely books to choose from!
She settled on a well-bound bestiary of creatures. “How does this one look?” she asked, lifting it from its resting spot on the shelf.
Shadowlock sat down on the couch. Twilight took a seat beside him. The two of them snuggled close together, and read late into the night.